“Isn’t this the most gorgeous day we’ve had all year?” I asked The Devil as I put my feet up on the front porch railing and sipped my Snapple.

It was a glorious Spring Sunday, and I didn’t need Lucifer to confirm that today was the best day 2015 had offered thus far.  The sun was shining, the temperature was in the mid sixties, and the snow was almost all gone.

“I’m going to miss the frigid weather, though,” Satan replied as he tentatively put his feet, in their expensive Italian loafers, up on the porch railing.

“Is this some sort of Hell is hot, and Maine in Winter is the exact opposite, so I love the juxtaposition kind of logic?” I asked incredulously as I passed my porch guest a Snapple from the cooler that sat between our chairs.

“Not at all.  This Winter turned out to be quite…